𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

61

𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿:

Sitting behind my desk, the mahogany dark as night beneath my elbows, I glanced at Kailani. Her nervous energy was palpable, and it only made me more aware of her every little movement. Her little fingers twisted in her lap, her eyes darting around the room like she was trying to focus on anything but me. But she knew better. She always did.

The clink of the knife against the porcelain plate echoed in the room, cutting through the silence. I had just begun my lunch, ignoring the fact that she had eaten hours before. She sat there, perched at the edge of her seat like a scared little kitten, unsure if she was allowed to move or speak.

I liked it this way.

The air between us was thick, loaded with unspoken tension, and it twisted something dark inside me. She was always trying to please me, always scared of disappointing me. I could see it in the way she sat, rigid and stiff, trying to keep still while I ate, pretending that her every movement didn't capture my attention.

I was done playing this quiet game, though.

Without lifting my eyes from my plate, I gave the command. "Shoes and panties off."

I could see her stiffen, her breath catching in her throat. She always had this innocent look in her eyes, even after all these months. Like she was surprised by what I asked of her, like she couldn't believe she belonged to me. But that's exactly what she was-mine.

I didn't repeat myself. I didn't have to.

Kailani bent over, her hands fumbling with her shoes as she slipped them off. I could see her hesitate before her fingers drifted beneath her skirt, the subtle tremble of her thighs betraying her nerves. I leaned back in my chair, eyes tracking every movement as she slid her panties down, setting them neatly next to her shoes.

The sight of her bare legs, the delicate curve of her thighs... It stirred something primal in me. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth, though she couldn't see it. I was already imagining what I'd do to her. She had been whining a lot lately, crying over her stupid island, missing the life she had before I took her. If it weren't for that look she gave me, that desperate little pout when she thought I wasn't paying attention, I'd let her suffer longer. But hell, I'd buy her the whole damn island if it meant I could keep her happy-keep her mine.

But first, I wanted to play.

"Feet on the table."

She froze again, always needing that extra push. I watched the slow realization dawn on her as she shifted in the chair, placing her feet on the edge of the desk, exposing those pale legs to me, skin soft and untouched by the world. My cock hardened just watching her squirm.

"Open your legs," I murmured, voice low and dark, letting her know exactly how much control I had. She shivered at the command but obeyed. She always did. Slowly, she parted her legs, giving me a full view of her glistening pussy. The air was cool against her skin, and I could see goosebumps rising along her inner thighs.

Gorgeous.

I didn't say it out loud, but I didn't need to. I could see the way she looked at me, like she was trying to read my thoughts, trying to figure out what I wanted from her. Her discomfort only turned me on more, the way she could barely meet my eyes, the blush creeping up her neck and settling on her cheeks.

"Fucking hell"

I growled lowly under my breath as I took in the sight of her little pussy.

I kept eating. Slowly. Deliberately. I knew every bite was torture for her, every second that passed while she sat exposed, vulnerable, waiting for me to make my move. But I didn't rush. I savored it. I always did.